Wednesday 30 October 2013

CONCERTO GROSSO

CONCERTO GROSSO

Lantern, screen and slides, that  flow
Are emanations from the senses and the mind.
The show you’re watching is a shadow play,
In each human’s will, a spool unwinds his day.
 
As knowers of the Real, you’re like the blind.
So stop reacting! There’s a much wiser way;
In your blissful, Conscious Self, be still and stay!
 
All objects are soap bubbles in the mind,
Each being’s driven by One Almighty God!;
He causes clouds to weep and mountains nod.
 
Consciousness strives through senses five to find
The magic of a dream fit to trick the blind.
 
For each instrumental part unwinds
Through assonant chords and dissonant notes.
 
The whole concerto grosso together floats,
Performing ethereal music of the spheres,
For the lone enjoyment of  His celestial ears.
 
Yet we’re more than piano rolls of sound,
We flow from continuo, a monochord profound,
Played by a virtuoso, improvising with cosmic force,
From the vast silence of His infinite resource.
 
This life of ours is a bewildering dance
Whirled by a wild Dervish God divine,
Drunk on vintage Dionysian wine,
Wildly turning, nothing left to chance.
Upon the mellow pipes of circumstance.
 
He choreographs a play of space and time,
Every glance upon Earth’s stage is His rhyme.
 
Universes glide through His mystic stance.
With rolling drums of thunder, mark His stamp;
(SOUND THUNDER)
In symphony of spheres, hear His tune.
Effulgent Sun shines as a beacon lamp,
His finger ever points towards the silver Moon.
 
He’s the Alone, whereby all things are done;
Divine dancer, dancing, and the dance are one.
 

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